Surprise

Susan's pov

1 week ago

I was so fucking horny!

The coolness of my car seat was pressed on thighs, but it did nothing to calm the heat building between my legs.

I reached down to adjust my trench coat, and cover my skimpy lingerie.

The transparent lingerie was ridiculous but absolutely perfect for what I wanted to do. It was a mere black lace, which was completely transparent, and left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

My nipples, were already hard from the chilly car AC and sheer excitement, and they poked aggressively against the thin fabric, begging to be let free.

Lower down, the whisper-thin material did nothing to hide the soft curls around my pussy, which was already glistening with a wetness I couldn't ignore.

I touched myself lightly through the cloth, letting out a soft, shaky gasp as pleasure shot through me.

"God, I am so ready for him," I whispered about my husband to the empty car.

Because It had been months. Actual months since we even last touched each other, not to talk of having sex.

Between my booming fashion business and Ryan's endless investor meetings, we had been too busy operating on completely separate schedules. We had become like roommates who occasionally waved at each other in the kitchen, and barely had time to even kiss.

But I planned to change everything today.

I was going to surprise my husband and let him fuck me so hard that we wouldn’t be able to walk straight.

This surprise would be a blast for Ryan because as far as he knows, I’m not even supposed to be in this state today.

I was actually supposed to be on a flight to Atlanta right now, and I had earlier apologized in advance to Ryan because I had to attend a business seminar during our entire anniversary weekend.

But just yesterday, I had stumbled across an entry in his digital calendar: Anniversary dinner prep.

Meaning, he had actually blocked out the weekend to surprise me.

The moment I saw it, my heart melted and I immediately rescheduled my meetings, determined to turn the tables on him.

Two could play at the surprise game.

My plan was simple: walk into our master bedroom, drop my trench coat, and give him the anniversary gift he would never forget.

The thought excited me so much, that I grabbed the expensive wine, slipped out of the car and walked quietly toward the front door.

I tiptoed inside with a giddy, nervous smile playing on my lips.

But as I reached the bottom of the stairs, my smile immediately faltered because I suddenly heard a shocking but familiar sound coming from our bedroom.

It was a rhythmic, wet sound, accompanied by a heavy, low groan that I recognized instantly. And then, a high-pitched, breathy squeal that made my blood turn cold.

I froze in shock and confusion as my heart began to hammer against my ribs.

What was this? What was happening? Was Ryan with someone in our room? I wondered with shock.

But then I shook my head, No. That was impossible.

Ryan had told me he was home alone when we spoke an hour ago. "Just wrapping up some boring paperwork in the study, babe." He sais, So Maybe he had the TV on loud? Or did someone drop by?

I slowly crept up the stairs, and when I reached the landing, I noticed the master bedroom door was cracked open about three inches.

So I approached the door, peered through the gap. And My breath was instantly sucked from my lungs.

My best friend and personal assistant, Christy, was half naked, on her knees in front of my husband, her hands were gripped tight around Ryan's hips, and her lips was wrapped around his cock.

I was struggling to understand what I was seeing, But it was clear that Christy, my bestfriend was sucking my husband’s cock with a frantic, desperate hunger, her head moving in a rapid blur as she swallowed him deep.

"Oh, fuck, Christy..." Ryan groaned, his hands buried in her blonde hair, pushing her head down even harder. "You are so fucking good at this. Squeeze my balls. Yes, right there."

My hand flew to my mouth to stifle a sob, and the wine bottle felt incredibly heavy, threatening to slip from my fingers.

I couldn't move, and could hardly breathe as tears began to stream down my face, hot and fast until my vision blurred.

Before I could even process the betrayal, Ryan got up, grabbed Christy by the waist and flipped her onto her back on our bed.

"I want to bury myself in your tight pussy," Ryan growled with a raw, primal lust I had never heard from him before.

He parted her legs, lifting them high over his shoulders, and drove his cock into her with a hard, relentless force, making Christy scream out, with her back arching off the bed.

"Yes! Harder, Ryan! Oh my god, yes!"

I watched, devastated and in complete disbelief of what I was seeing. Because In our entire two years of marriage, Ryan had never looked at me like that, or even touched me with that kind of desperate, consuming hunger.

Anytime Ryan had sex with me, it was always a chore. It was a quick, dry, five-minute routine before he turned over to sleep, leaving me confused and unsatisfied.

I had saved myself for marriage so Ryan was my first and only man.

At first, I had blamed our terrible sex life on my own inexperience, on our busy schedules, on anything I could find to protect his ego.

But now, watching him pound Christy into the bed, watching him sweat and growl as he made her moan and shout with pleasure, I realized the brutal truth.

The problem was never that he was incapable of passion.

It was simply that He just didn't want me, he wanted Christy. Hot tears poured down my face and I had to cover my mouth to stifle my pained sobs.

Eventually, Ryan let out a loud groan, as he came and collapsed on top of Christy with both panting heavily.

After a moment, Christy let out a giggling, breathless laugh, and began tracing a manicured finger down his chest.

"Well my love?" Christy purred with smug satisfaction. "How was that, baby?"

Ryan kissed her deeply. "Fucking Unbelievable. You always know exactly how to make me hard."

Christy rolled on her side to look at him and she smiled, with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "So... am I better than your wife Susan?"

My breath caught in my throat because I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My best friend and assistant. The woman I paid a generous salary to. The woman I shared all my secrets with for years… was doing this to me.

And to my shock, Ryan let out a harsh, mocking laugh. "Are you serious? Babe, comparing you to Susan is an insult to you."

"Just Tell me," Christy teased. "I want to hear it."

"Susan is a dead fish to me," Ryan said flatly and I almost fainted.

He continued. "Honestly, she's so frigid and boring. Sex with her is like trying to dry-hump a piece of old cardboard. It is awkward, dry, and just plain boring. She has no idea what she's doing, and she can't even cum. I swear, It’s like her pussy defective or something."

Christy burst into giggles at that. "You know she saved herself until she was twenty-five because she was waiting for 'the right man'? I guess all those years of locking it up made her cunt rust shut."